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To what base ends, and by what abject ways, Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise!

Alexander Pope

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed was the ninth beatitude.
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Yes, I am proud I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God, afraid of me.
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Some positive persisting fops we know, Who, if once wrong, will needs be always so But you with pleasure own your errors past, And make each day a critique on the last.
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Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.
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There never was any party, faction, sect, or cabal whatsoever, in which the most ignorant were not the most violent for a bee is not a busier animal than a blockhead.
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On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but passion is the gale Nor God alone in the still calm we find, He mounts the storm, and walks upon the wind.
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Learn from the birds what food the thickets yield Learn from the beasts the physic of the field The arts of building from the bee receive Learn of the mole to plow, the worm to weave.
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All nature mourns, the skies relent in showers hushed are the birds, and closed the drooping flowers.
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Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it, If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.
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Who shall decide when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?
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Die of a rose in aromatic pain.
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And make each day a critic on the last.
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Fortune in men has some small diff'rence made, One flaunts in rags, one flutters in brocade, The cobbler apron'd, and the parson gown'd, The friar hooded, and the monarch crown'd.
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On wings of wind came flying all abroad.
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A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead.
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Chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage, But wise through time, and narrative with age, In summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice - A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice.
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All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
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